Total: 1626 miles
Bikes' Observation: Who are these one-eyed monsters sitting on our saddles and torturing us all day long? It is our understanding that you have only read one side of this cross country story. Like any issue there are multiple views. Serotta and Cannondale have their own views of this journey.
Let me say it's difficult to get many private opportunities to speak to Cannondale. He is a likable fellow and dependable friend, but these other guys won't give us a moment of peace. Just last night as we were lamenting our fate of being saddled with these two deadbeats, one old geezer pops up and shoots a camera flash right in my handlebars (see picture). Cannondale and I had been trying to figure a way to make a break for freedom. Our treatment is horrible. They abuse us all day and then lock us in a room all night. We are forced to get up before day break and then they load us down like camels. We have feelings. Cannondale and I are performance machines with the finest components. These guys are peasants. They should have one speed beach cruisers with a basket on the front and a loaf of French bread. How did we ever get hooked up with these cycling bums? There's so much more to this story, but I'm afraid I'll get caught.
They haven't given us a bath in weeks, they keep grinding our gears, and do you think a drop of lubricant would be too much to ask for? We covered a lousy 54 miles today with an average 12.5 mph. Does this sound like high performance? We've stopped for another night at someplace hot and dry in west Texas, Balmorhea, I think. The trip from Fort Stockton was interesting because we spent some time on the interstate. The speed limit was 80 mph and traffic was moving closer to 90. I had hopes we could finally get out and go behind an 18 wheeler, but these guys just sit back and wait for the day to fade away. Cannondale and I are not done, we've had it and we're going to a make a break for it!
Bikes' Observation: Who are these one-eyed monsters sitting on our saddles and torturing us all day long? It is our understanding that you have only read one side of this cross country story. Like any issue there are multiple views. Serotta and Cannondale have their own views of this journey.
Let me say it's difficult to get many private opportunities to speak to Cannondale. He is a likable fellow and dependable friend, but these other guys won't give us a moment of peace. Just last night as we were lamenting our fate of being saddled with these two deadbeats, one old geezer pops up and shoots a camera flash right in my handlebars (see picture). Cannondale and I had been trying to figure a way to make a break for freedom. Our treatment is horrible. They abuse us all day and then lock us in a room all night. We are forced to get up before day break and then they load us down like camels. We have feelings. Cannondale and I are performance machines with the finest components. These guys are peasants. They should have one speed beach cruisers with a basket on the front and a loaf of French bread. How did we ever get hooked up with these cycling bums? There's so much more to this story, but I'm afraid I'll get caught.
They haven't given us a bath in weeks, they keep grinding our gears, and do you think a drop of lubricant would be too much to ask for? We covered a lousy 54 miles today with an average 12.5 mph. Does this sound like high performance? We've stopped for another night at someplace hot and dry in west Texas, Balmorhea, I think. The trip from Fort Stockton was interesting because we spent some time on the interstate. The speed limit was 80 mph and traffic was moving closer to 90. I had hopes we could finally get out and go behind an 18 wheeler, but these guys just sit back and wait for the day to fade away. Cannondale and I are not done, we've had it and we're going to a make a break for it!
If you are out there and you can read this, please help Cannondale and Serotta, the Real Land Cruisers.
It sounds like Serotta and Cannondale have the weight of the world on their shoulders (or should I have said, "seats"?). For sure, for without them, where would our fearless Old Land Cruisers be? Continued best wishes to all four of you! Don Omahan
ReplyDeletei love you grandapa be careful
ReplyDeletexoxoxoxoxo love Aubrey
If your Serotta is like mine she is secretly loving this adventure and will carry you through this adventure with nary a complaint. Good luck!
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Will you ever get through Texas? Here we are sitting in our comfortable house watching the Blackhawks game, drinking a brewski. Ah, life is good!! No sore muscle!! (Oh, the score is 2-2. Come on Hawks!)Have a great day tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteBill, I just caught up on your interesting travels. Sorry about the tail light, I hope you got a new one. Take care, have fun, and be safe (Mick too). Estelle
ReplyDeleteHey Serotta & Cannondale-when you get to Yuma, we'll have a nice cool hosing for you and some good lubbing-if ya still need it...keep doin a great job for your guys-you never know what your rewards might be! After all, you DO smile nice in your pics!
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